Bright and more bright before me gleam’d
That sainted image still,
Till one sweet moonlight memory seem’d
The regal fane to fill.
Oh! how my silent spirit turn’d
From those proud trophies nigh!
How my full heart within me burn’d
Like Him to live and die!
[428] Suggested by a passage in Captain Sherer’s “Notes and Reflections during a Ramble in Germany.”